Darkness
The Horror Gripping Me in the Midst of Depression
It's like walking alone through a cold, dark tunnel, trying to find a way out.
I keep walking, sometimes running
trying to escape the noise
the screams
the cries
the banging
the heart-wrenching racket
Sometimes it's music, a song of sadness, or a soul-captivating bass guitar.
The lyrics are sometimes easy to understand
yet other times, it's just a screaming voice
Along the way, I sometimes find the sun shining through a window.
I run towards it only to find that it was merely a painting
NOTHING REAL
There's a strobe light at the end of the tunnel
Only flashes of light
Ultimately darkness.
I'm wandering around, sometimes frantically
Searching.
Searching for life
Searching for a way out
Searching for something real
Sometimes I find a small corner and curl up like a child.
Waiting
Hoping someone will find me
but no one is searching for me
it's as if I don't exist
I don't belong on the outside of the tunnel, where the rest of the world lives.
I'm stuck here
No way out
This is My World
This is My Death
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